Page 52 of Reckless Vengeance

Jensen and I stayed in the den for another hour before heading up to his room, and I was more than ready for sleep. I was emotionally drained from trying to ignore the looks from other students all damn day when I’d held Jensen’s hand.

It had been nerve-racking, but I’d pushed myself to do it. I knew I liked him, and the only way to give this my all was to push past my fears.

Mom couldn’t hold anything over my head now and Jensen had blocked her number on my phone for me, so I was free from her.

We got ready for bed, taking turns showering and brushing our teeth, and once we were curled up in bed, it felt like my entire body relaxed.

I nuzzled into his neck, nibbling his skin softly and making his breath hitch.

“I’m too tired to jerk off tonight and you’re definitely going to wake my cock up,” he groaned, his eyes closed as he savored my soft touch.

“Let me,” I murmured, sliding a hand across his stomach and feeling his muscles flex.

“I wasn’t telling you to stop,” he joked, tilting his head a little. “I like it when you relax like this with me.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I just want to touch you.”

“I’m okay with that.”

My hand slid lower and hesitated for a moment before sliding below the elastic of his boxers. I’d barely wrapped my hand around his cock when he turned his head and kissed me.

It was desperate but slow, not wanting to push me but needing to touch me back.

My dick was so damn hard, and I ground against him a little as I stroked him.

“Fuck, Luke,” he murmured against my lips, his hand cupping my chin as he deepened the kiss and tried to pull me closer. When I moved to lay over him, he wrapped his other arm around me to keep me there, his fingers exploring my back.

I wanted to go further, but how far? I had no idea how to suck dick, but sex felt a little too far.

“Talk to me,” Jensen said softly as I leaned back. Some of the familiar anxiety clawing at me and making me feel stupid. How could I ever push for more if I freaked out every time? “Do you want me to take charge? I can just blow you or something.”

“No, I’m okay,” I replied, giving him another quick kiss. “You’ll tell me if I’m bad at something, right?”

“Remember that I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing either,” he said seriously, and I clung to that thought as I made my way down his body with my lips, scattering soft kisses all the way down until I got to his boxers.

Mind made up, I sat back enough to pull them off his legs and tossed them across the room somewhere, returning my attention to his cock. I tried to think of all the things I liked, coming up a little blank as nerves kicked in.

Skeeter was right, dicks weren’t that scary, and if I was in charge, I controlled everything.

I’d barely wrapped my mouth around his cock when he let out a shaky breath, his legs tensing on either side of me as he fought the urge to thrust.

“Jesus, like that,” he groaned, threading his fingers through my hair. He thrust a little deeper and I gagged, pulling back slightly. “Shit, sorry.”

I was bad at this. Pussy I knew, but I was way out of my element with cock.

“Sorry,” I muttered as I pulled back awkwardly, gasping when he grabbed my arm and tugged me down over him, his mouth right against mine.

“Don’t apologize. You can stop whenever you want if you’re not comfortable.”

“I don’t know how to suck dick.”

“You think I do?” he chuckled, lightly biting my lower lip. “It was feeling good, babe. I’ll try not to move if you want to keep going.”

“You liked it?” I asked skeptically, making him smirk.

“My cock was in your mouth. Yes, I liked it. Don’t even try to go deep. Your pace.”

I nodded, trying to get my shit together before moving down his body again and licking the tip. Since he seemed happy with me gently teasing him, I explored his dick and balls with my tongue for a while, his body coiled tight as he tried hard not to move as promised.